Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

He still looks at me like that, she thought.


Even after all this.

Even after I yelled, even after I turned away… 

He looks at me like I’m still worth losing sleep over.

And somewhere, deep beneath her disciplined poise, it pleased her.

Not in vanity.

In proof.

Proof that she hadn’t vanished into silence.

That her beauty hadn’t been erased by guilt or grief.

That she could still make someone forget themselves, even if it was someone she should never allow herself to matter to.

She turned, lifting the bindi sticker off the tray by the dresser. Walked a little closer.

Ravi hadn’t moved.

He stood by the kitchen counter, glass still half full in his hand, pretending to sip.

She stopped near him. Not close, not far.

Their eyes met.

A beat passed.

Then she spoke, voice soft, without edge, but still steady. “Are you ready?”

Ravi cleared his throat. “Uh… yes, Didi.”


She gave a faint nod, fastening the tiny bindi between her brows in the mirror nearby. “Sirisha will be waiting.”

He was still staring. Not inappropriately, but reverently. He didn’t hide it, not this time.

And she didn’t stop him.



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